Why do I go there..?
Again and again..?
When I know she burns in the same agony,
And I don’t have even a drop of water,
To lend to your fire,
But still I go,
Still I come close enough to burn along with you..
And you push..
Hard enough to jolt me off my feet..
There is something..
Which gets left unsaid..
In every conversation we have…
About the cosmos,
About the first smell of soil after rain..
About my intense love of coffee,
Something does get left unsaid..
You know what it is,
What it has always been,
And for saying those unsaid syllables..
I go near the fire again…
And again…
And it tells me to get lost…
But those unsaid things are the reason…
I am still not giving up on love